*please note all italian is based from google translate*
I sat carelessly until one of the Italians spoke
"M ... mia alexandra?"
[My Alexandra?]
The boy name Matteo nodded and they all introduced themselves. Only a few caught my attention. A boy named Lorenzo and one called Stefano. The Stefano boy looked like he was about to cry when suddenly he jumped up and I almost slipped. He hugged me. A boy I just met hugged me......I hugged him back. "I dont know why we are hugging but nice to meet you"
Soft sobs could be heard and the table fell into silence and shock.
"Stefano non piange mai, cos'è questo? Vado a chiamare alessandro"
[Stefano never cries,what is happening? I'm going to call Alessandro."
The bell rang I'm guessing ending lunch but he wouldnt let me go.
I asked him to let me go and he just cried harder. I stroked his hair until 3 very masculine men walked inside. "Sorry about him..he just have mistaken you for someone" I nodded and he was pulled off me. His eyes puffy and red. Matteo took my hand and took me to my next class. "Who were they ?" He ignored me and i chased after him.
"I took you to your class for a reason! Go back to it!" I stopped running after him and my eyes watered as I turned back around and ran out the building. Stefano and the three boys were stood talking and they looked back at the wound of the exit slamming. I didnt even know who they were so I shrugged them off running down the steps. I felt a tugging at my jacket and a car speed straight past me. " do you not look when crossing the roads ?!!" I saw one of the boys from the lunch hall. I felt the tears building up and I crouched down crying my heart out. He rubbed my back. "M...mom.I m..miss mom"
I cracked through my sobs and I slowly calmed down. "I'm sorry i dont know what overcame me"
I got up and ran towards the gate.---------------------------------------------------
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She ran away and I grabbed the strand of hair from my jacket.
"Its time for us to go" I held up the strand of hair and they all looked down. We just might of... tricked our baby sister...

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